Wrapping strapping tape.
A package I cannot open.
Scotch tape for presents and torn papers.
Duct tape for car doors and
Masking tape to delineate ‘paint only up to here.’
Book tape–spine rebuilding, cover holder.
Sticky tape. Stuck,
the wrong words wound over and over again
wrapping around old wounds.
Repeating in my weak times,
(that’s the short list).
I’m caught in between who I am made to be and who I am becoming.
Trying on clothes that do not fit.
Out of style.
Not even mine–they’re from someone else’s closet.
Grace is making me too large for the fabric of lies.
I will instead
the truth and daily decide
to renew my mind,
by His power and His alone,
to fit the name He’s given me:
H I S…..
Sharing with Jen Ferguson at Finding Heaven and Jennifer Dukes Lee at Getting Down with Jesus who partnered together this week on a post called ‘Breaking the Tape’–about practicing the truth in what we say about ourselves instead of repeating the Enemy’s lies.
Also linking with the Thursday community at Imperfect Prose.
Over 25 women responded with Comments to this very impacting post. The thoughts have been provocative as well as encouraging.
I tried to take some of the lines that were shared and put them into a poem/prose piece (a ‘proseom?’),
incorporating my own thoughts into it. Their words and some of Jen’s are in italics, with a little Ann Voskamp I just happened to read this week.